Mackenzie finished washing of his plate and set it in his dishwasher. He slipped on athletic sandals and pulled his track and field sweatshirt over his head. He gave his mother a kiss on the cheek like he was supposed to and left the house as he headed towards the first meeting for the churhc mission. School had only been out for a week, and that was nice, but he wanted more time to be out of school before seeing all the same people again. The church was only a couple blocks from his house, but he slipped on his earphones and played music as he walked anyway.

Mackenzie yawned and changed the song, glancing up. He kept walking down the street, liking the fact that the sun wouldn't set for around another hour. He enjoyed darkness, but one couldn't see the art of the world without light. He cracked his neck and pushed his iPod and hands back into his pockets and continued walking until he reached his church.

Mackenzie made small talk with some of the kids he normally sat at Sunday's mass, but there was one boy he didn't recognize. He would have introduced himself, but people kept asking him about his summer and his plans and all these other things like school and life and ugh, he wanted to punch them all in the face. Soon, though, the activity director came down from the upstairs pews and greeted them, earning silence and practically everyone sitting down at a table.

No one talked to Madrid, good. Just how he wanted. Though, he could have done without the questioning glances, it was actually, to his horror that the director knew almost everyone in the room, or had seen them around, except for him. So, to keep the room open, he called upon Madrid to introduce himself. "No.. no thank you." he grumbled quietly, no way, no how.

Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives. - William Dement

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